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Sunday, October 19, 2014

DD Poem - A Divorced Dad Howls At the Moon


Hey,

Here's this week's Divorced Dad poem. 

A Divorced Dad Howls at the Moon

The moon,

She’s a bone-white eardrum
Stretched bare across a littered sky.

A confessor,

A bolt of crinkled paper suspended in quiet,

A discontinued firemen’s net  -
 Scuttled by the grave of time.

He’s in the backyard,
Stripped to the waist.
Sober.   The weekend toys
Lodged neatly in plastic tubs.
Feeling the downy grass on his bare toes.

It’s one am.   And yet, he can’t stop living this day.
There’s more action to be made.  Exaltations,
Dream-seeding, corners to clean.
There’s an itch. An implacable itch,

He fills his lungs with twilight air,
Deeply, and then,
In stark surprise of himself,
He barks.  A feral, joyous, cry.
Moon-bound.   He, he is saying:

Hear me, you lunar mistress.
I am living. I, I  am slowly getting fine.

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